The music was rocking, the smell of beer and popcorn good. Hell, if he could smoke, he'd be at a bar. 'Course then he couldn't get fucked over the table and where the fuck was the fun in that? Rig racked the balls up on the pool table, looked back at Dick. "You have to do two shots as a handicap before we start."

"Shots of what? And two? I'm not that good."

Rock snorted and set up two shot glasses on the little bar, filling them with tequila. "One after the other. Bam bam."

Rig nodded, grinned. "You're a ringer, kid. It's only fair."

Dick gave him a suspicious look. "We're not suddenly playing for money, are we?"

"Shit, no. Sex." He toed off his boots, no reason to keep them on.

"Oh, that's okay then. 'Cause I still win, even if I lose. Even if I only get to watch."

Rock chuckled as Dick tossed back the tequila. "Kid's working on taking away your King of the Sluts title, Rig."

His answer was interrupted by Dick's coughs, the kid's eyes watering.

"But he's fucking cute, Rocketman. Just adorable." He chuckled, shook his head.

"Damn, that burns."

Rock handed Dick over a beer to chase the tequila down with and Dick took nearly two thirds of it in two long gulps.

"It'll turn warm, kid." He grinned, winked, poured himself one.

"I don't have to stay two ahead of you, do I?" Dick asked, blinking. "And I want to break before I start seeing double."

"Hell, no. I just want one." He grinned, winked and poured the salt on his hand to take his shot.

Rock chuckled. "Go on, kid, make the break."

Dick watched him lick the salt, eyes on his tongue, smiled and then turned to make his break, bending over the pool table, working the cue.

"Mmm..." He wandered over to squeeze that pretty ass.

Dick squeaked, scratching the table.

Rock chuckled. "I'm up."

Rig grinned, pinched again.

Dick squeaked again, turning to give him a quick kiss. "That's cheating."

"Touching is cheating? No..."

"It is while I'm trying to shoot! I'm not drunk yet."

Rock chuckled and came to loop an arm around the kid's shoulders. "You need another shot of tequila, kid? Go ahead and take your shots first. I'm solids. Sank four."

"Four? Shit the old man's on a roll." Rig poured himself another. He was way out of his league when it came to pool.

Dick nodded and grinned and proceeded to sink every last stripe.

Continued in Chapter One